Am I going to have to order food out?! SHIT! That will cost an arm and a leg.

I’m already annoyed at having my fridge in the dining room and it hasn’t even been a week. I don’t know where the hell to put the hutch with the microwave. I’m getting 68 boxes (plus the dishwasher) delivered. That’s going to innundate the dining room. Literally HALF my downstairs will be unliveable!

*CRIES*

Am I going to survive this?

And to top it all off, I can’t take any time off to get it done. Jacob was sick and friggin snow days have killed my time. And it’s not like I have tons of work to do here.

I’d love to be able to “hire” the guys out in the shop to come help me just “git ‘er done!” But that would be me asking for help…and I can’t ask for help because I’m always afraid of what I’ll have to “pay” for that help…